Half-elf Notebook

At the end of the leap, William had no fulcrum to use to dodge, nor any room to move.

In this critical moment, he had to hold the sword upright with one arm to block his torso.

With a "bang", the sword and the hammer collided, magic power and fighting breath collided, followed by a dull sound of flesh hitting bricks and stones.

The half-elf officer was knocked flying and hit the stone pile beside the city wall. His wrist was numbed by the shock and the magic sword flew out of his hand.

Seeing that he was about to succeed, the orc took two steps at a time without any delay, raised the hammer and was about to smash William's head.

However, in this tenth of a second, the orc's peripheral vision caught a glimpse of the half-elf's still opening lips.

It was like the lips were muttering something in a language he couldn't understand.

The next moment, a blazing white fireball suddenly occupied most of his field of vision! The terrifying temperature it emitted began to dry up the moisture on the orc's face, mouth and eyes, melting his battle protection.

The orc's eyes widened in horror and he stopped leaning forward.

But, it's too late.

The blazing white fireball did not shrink, but expanded instead!

The orcs who were equivalent to mid-level bronze didn't even have time to retreat.

"Explosive Fire"

William uttered the last syllable.

The fireball engulfed the orc's upper torso, and the shock wave and heat wave it created spread to more than ten meters away, as if a ten-pound bomb had exploded in mid-air.

When the white flames dissipated, a slightly charred headless giant corpse fell heavily onto the brick road.

A bronze-rank elite orc warrior died.

William had no time to rest. He had no choice but to do so. His body probably couldn't withstand the next head-on collision.

The magic light on his finger ring flashed, and he suddenly pounced towards the fallen magic sword.

As he expected, the wind pressure above his head suddenly became sharp.

The attack came wave after wave, and the giant axe that could split William in two was already approaching a distance that he was unable to dodge.

However, the scene of the lingering prey being chopped in half by the axe and the blood staining the spot did not occur.

A gray-white shield stood stubbornly between the two, even though it was cracked and shattered, and even though the axe blade had penetrated the half-real and half-virtual shield.

"Gray Shield!"

However, William still couldn't pick up the magic sword - the deadly sword was brushing against the ground and coming towards him!

If he didn't dodge, this sword would cut open his abdomen and leave a deep cut on his waist that would reach his internal organs!

This was a killer move that trapped William from both sides, leaving him with no choice.

He stretched out his only remaining arm, pressed it down like lightning, changed from probing to supporting, poured magic power into the ground, and with the help of the reaction force, he turned in the air, and his body suddenly moved sideways more than half a meter in the air.

The sword missed again.

William himself didn't feel well either. He felt the bones in his entire arm crackling.

A cloud of blood mist exploded from above, and the wound that had healed slightly after stopping the bleeding was torn apart again and expanded - in such a hurry, he had no control over his strength and magic power.

He rolled madly on the ground for several times, his torn clothes covered with blood and dust.

He also reached for the issued hunting knife on his thigh and pulled it out.

On the other side of the brick road of the city wall, where William rolled, was the side where the elite orc warrior was originally standing.

An orc warrior was looking at William, who was as miserable as a puppy rolling in the mud. He picked up the battle axe in his hand and was eager to reap the victory that was easy to gain.

Suddenly, William, who was covered in blood in front of him, suddenly jumped up, like a spring that had accumulated power to the extreme.

He avoided the axe's blow and crashed straight into his arms with his back.

The orc felt a sudden pain in his chest and looked down. He saw a small knife that was probably less than two inches in size, with the blade quietly sinking into his flesh.

The next moment, a sharp pain that felt like it was tearing his heart out spread from his chest to his head.

His back suddenly exploded, and fragments of internal organs and bones gushed out along with a large amount of blood plasma.

"Really? Why are you joining in the fun with the bronze steps?"

William pulled out his knife, spat a mouthful of blood foam, and gently pushed back with his elbow. The orc's huge body fell to the ground like two pieces of rotten meat.

When the knife was inserted into the opponent's body, the magic power attached to it was released in an outward manner, stirring the inside into a meat paste, and the orc died beyond death.

"If you want to kill me, you have to lose some meat!"

William turned the knife over and held it in a fighting stance, staring at the approaching elite orc with fierce eyes.

At this moment, a terrifying aura rose from under the city wall!